I was sent to the counselor's office. Big whoop!
"Why are you here,Jesse?" the counselor, Mr.Thompson asked. He had his hands sitting on his desk, his fingertips pressed together in the form of a triangle. He wore an expression on his face that said 'I'm listening'.
"For sending graphic images into Poor Nathan's brain!" I pretended to be sorry for the little cry baby.
"My history report was to graphic, Mrs.Dennis said. It was on The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre." I sat as if i did nothing wrong,which i didn't.
"I see. And this isn't the first time you've been sent here for using graphic images and word choices. Last year--" I cut him off.
"Last year i wrote about Massachusetts!"
"Yes," he sighed."but you wrote about the Witch Trials and the Borden Family Murders."
"It's part of the very important history that everyone seems to forget!"
"You put the photo of Mr.Borden's mangled corpse on the ELMO!"
"I was at that section of my report!"
"You made all 29 students and the teacher literally sick!"
I was done dealing with this clown. I grabbed the knife out of my boot and threw it with no hesitation, piercing the heart on a direct hit. I enjoyed watching the light leave his eyes. "Like i said before, I'm not insane." I whispered, Avenged Sevenfold's "Almost Easy" playing my head. "So much easier to kill than to bring back." I smirked.
I looked around the room, finding some stuff of his I liked. I took crystals, calming CD's and tapes, some books, even some pens and paper.
I noticed a sheet sitting on his desk that listed all thew teachers and faculty. "This is going to be fun." i grinned sinister, taking the sheet and removing my knife, licking the blood from the blade.
I had finally finished my school-wide massacre of every single person in the school. I had also stolen every locker combination and key, plus any teacher's belonging i wanted. Now, it was time to open the lockers.
"A whole lot of nothing." i grumbled to myself. No one was very interesting at this school. All I took were notebooks, art equipment, paper, and 10 books out of 400 students. I did take a few binders, though too, to hold the papers and such. I decided to use one of the wheeled dollies to lug all the crap into my nest, which didn't take as long as i thought. Afterwards, i just sat, listened to music, and read.
Not too long after, seeing as there was no activity from the school by 5:00 and we got out at 3:00, police were sent to investigate.
"It's happened again." said one of the pigs.
"This one was even more gruesome than the last ones." said another.
"We've never had a lead or clue or anything,just the entire school gets massacred every other year. I guess it's time to just shut the place down." The first sighed, shaking his head.
'Finally! I can haunt in peace!' I thought. I started to fall asleep as they cleaned up. 'I'm glad i'm done here. It's a lot of work to kill a school.'